Tag Archives: Tuesday Train

Uh, I missed the Train! And a Pope.

My code mistress extraordinaire, Christy of My Mad Mind, informed me last week that she wouldn’t be able to give me code due to a pile of up of, well, life. So here I sit with no code, no train … Continue reading

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The Tuesday Train and gas

Is it just me or has the gas situation gone beyond the ridiculous? There was a refinery fire in California at a Chevron plant. It took them 10┬áhours to put the fire out. Cal OSHA won’t let federal arson investigators … Continue reading

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The Tuesday Train and Oy Vay……

Oy Vay! What was I thinking? I have become hopelessly overcommitted and I LIKE IT! I am enrolled as of today, in FOUR online classes. I have committed to finish two knitted projects by the end of July. My Mother-in-Law … Continue reading

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The Tuesday Train and a sore throat

My apologies to everyone but, I am sick. So today’s blog is just going to be some cute pics and the link. Cute pics – Come on board the Tuesday Train, where I promise you I won’t cough, sneeze or … Continue reading

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The Tuesday Train and mixed signals

No, not the signals on the streets or even the signals that the train conductors see on the tracks, I’m talking about body/verbal language. When someone wants to emphasize a comment they are making, usually they nod vigorously. But, what … Continue reading

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The Tuesday Train and a Wal-Mart experience

I like Wal-mart, really I do, but for some reason the people who work in the shoe department at a California store can’t seem to get it. My husband buys his work boots through Wal-Mart because a) he can find … Continue reading

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The Tuesday Train and a new perspective

The old saying “you can never go home again” is true. No matter how hard you want to go home, it isn’t going to happen. I spent ten days with my mom, hanging out, visiting, seeing the sights and eating … Continue reading

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